Stephen Berg
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Porno Diva Numbero Uno
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Chapter One
from Stephen Berg's Porno Diva Numero Uno

The last time Marcel and I played chess he commented with aplomb on the absurdity of biking without shoes but that didn't stop him from losing the game and as we finished our Buds it was evident that poor Marcel didn't know shit about art all he did was talk about how terrible Monet's brushwork was how great fingerpainting is how the beer was the perfect temperature suddenly he began to explain The Large Glass I can only remember a few fragments of what he said things like "light as light not painted" and "only a dog can hear what I" and "the cracks were deliberate a god" and "of course art can't" later we went back to his place ate ham and cheese sandwiches and he expressed his belief that love is really a nonsexual concatenation of unpredictable incidents leading to sabotage however he did believe in children then suddenly he started to discuss his last piece cloven hairless nature as a tomb backlighted frontlighted technicolor porno sadness a frozen dance of inaccessible fantasy and silence and how it forces you to peep Tom peep at it so that you become the definition of the work I told him I have refused to look all these years fearful and that the greasy stain caused by thousands of faces pressed up against the holes in the door Cadaques Cadaques is disgusting no Jew would place his eye against that kind of thing let alone stare at a complete stranger stretched out publicly for anyone so that was that we watched Jeopardy drank snifters of cognac then abruptly he whirled his beaklike face around and said about his own work what seems to me definitive: "I have made the most public art of the century. All other artists are esoteric fakes. Only mine needs no interpretation. Like the average man, my work articulates nothing but itself and is happy, pointless, without malice or love, neither good nor bad and has as its purpose the destruction of the idea of Adam and Eve as models of strict freedom." There was nothing I could say to that but I remember feeling I was in the presence of a rare man who seemed no different from a bicycle a painter a dog a god a Peeping Tom a Jew Adam or Eve


Chapter Nine
from Stephen Berg's Porno Diva Numero Uno

"the rhino's horn pulverized is prized for its intensification of sexual desire but in fact it does nothing when swallowed millions of dollars wasted but what attracted me was its skin its undistracted movements its silent weight and prehistoric mien 60,000,000 or so year old hulk speed passion a general sadness homeliness I respect and interpret as its historically earned definition of life despite that attitude of near tragic gloom or indifference the rhino maintains an enormous capacity for sexual performance outfucking any other mammal alive actually I researched this and planned to make a piece dedicated to the black rhino consisting of the way the Jews are born with something like a wildness gene schmaltzy conflict gene so the rhino has his bleak narrow face can't even see you facing you because of the placement of his eyes on the sides is forced to turn his head in order to see what's in front of him I was saying though the piece I wanted to make resembled Japanese constructed of Lucky Strike pack foil thread mah jongg tiles dried dogwood petals kidney beans then I knew I'd need some absolutely invincible material to fashion the rhino's penis since in erection it can extend from 2 to 4 feet that's the truth 4 feet so it looks like he's straddling a rocket also stubby little flaps on either side of its immense dong one on each side of the shaft to keep it inside the female while it prongs her the rhino fucks poorly nevertheless I mean awkwardly because it has difficulty wielding its foelike dick and must manoeuvre usually for hours before it can enter its mate so in the animal kingdom there is no other with such a plow well what material did I pick to exhibit portray express those ridiculous art words this wonder it took me (you know me and time) about 2 years to decide and I chose a Maserati Formula 1 rear axle brand new uninstalled absolutely pristine steel what I wanted was something like a floating flimsy see-through body I'd use celluloid or plastic for the main section flecked with foil petals and beans then I'd attach this light-as-air angelic contraption to the axle tilted downward from the groin at the back into the mud replica pedestal rectangular 20 feet long 5 feet wide I called Maserati but they refused to supply a lone axle and certainly not for the project I outlined so I was left with the unrealized facts of the case stories by zookeepers one especially who supervised the mating of a rhino that had grown tired of its mate they wanted to use him to screw for a baby rhino born in captivity so they flew in a young female to interest the old guy and it worked but while he waited refusing to fuck his too-familiar mate in the season he'd get these gigantic hard-ons and his keepers would take a cage brush long-handled sweeper bristles four feet across and masturbate the beast by rubbing it up and down his cock the sight apparently was dazzling a rhino when it fucks and comes can go on for about an hour hour and a half and comes each minute that's about 60 orgasms per hour this spectacle was documented by the zoo staff in Minneapolis and one a woman said she had to dash home and take a cold shower is that why they're nearly extinct now because they can do it so much better irreverent mindless gods who knows but this became a myth that haunts on certain days what's left of my mind inspiring maddening hilarious without the Maserati axle I'm afraid I gave up I keep the other materials for I did get started in a plain shoebox (about the shape the pedestal would have been) marked the God among us that never came to be though still pay homage automatically telling myself the story picturing the sacred size and carefree use that bastard can put his pleasure to on the artificial veldt it was sad not to construct the one animal replica that might have said it all so instead I did the Given".

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